Post by Blizzardstar on Jan 8, 2010 19:34:19 GMT -5
S I M P L I C I T I E S
name;; Blizzardstar
family;;
- Freehawk [Father]
- Dapplestripe [Mother]
- Flowertail [Sister]
age;; 31 Moons
gender;; Tom
clan;; IgnitionClan
rank;; Leader
W H A T . T H E Y . S E E
fur color;; White
eye color;; Blue
size and build;; Large, Muscular, Tall
the rest;;
Blizzardfur is a tall tom, with a very long tail, and a slightly muscular build. He is lean and often looked well fed, except for in times when his Clan needs the food more than he does. He has pure white fur, which is long and feathery. It's also very soft. His eyes are a very bright shade of blue, which often means that they are blind, in his case, he was lucky, and was not born blind. He has massive paws, and finds it hard not to stumble over kits at times. He has no markings on his pelt, his fur is just plain white.
T H E . A C T I O N S
personality;;
Positive Traits: Kind, Gentle, Sweetly-Tempered, Wise, Calm, Noble, Selfless
Flaws: Overly Protective, Obsessive, Quiet, Irritable [Only during times of battle or when a serious illness is spreading through the camp]
Fears: Dieing when his Clan needs him most
Quirks: He tends to flick his tail a lot, he's a clown at times
Ideals: Honorable, Proud
Overall:
Blizzardfur is very kind. He is often soothing mothers that their kits will be fine, and elders that the cold will pass. He loves to find treats for his Clan, like honey and sweet berries that they can eat for tiny treats. He never leaves a cat behind, and could never even think about holding a grudge against any cat in his beloved Clan. He often will take the kits out of the nursery and let the Queens stretch their legs while their kits play. He loves to play with the tiny balls of fur, because he remembers when he was their age and how his own mother felt. He is also a very gentle cat, and never likes to raise his voice, unless he desperately needs to be heard by other cats. He is incredibly selfish, and would rather starve than let his Clan die of hunger. He is very wise, and will often caution his warriors when things seems like they could cause trouble, or be bad for the Clan. He often gives good advice to his Clanmates, and never loses his temper with them. He is very calm, and takes everything in paw-steps, as long as he isn't moving too slow. He is noble, and never likes to let his pride get in the way of his work.
Some bad things are that he is very overprotective when it comes to his Clan. If someone or something is threatening his Clanmates, he won't rest until it is gone, or the problem is solved. He is also very obsessive, and you could say he has a bit of OCD. He likes order, and will freak out if things are out of that order. He is often a little too quiet for his own good, and may cause a few problems when he doesn't answer a question right away, if at all. He becomes very aggressive when his Clanmates are in any type of danger. Most of the time from battles or sickness.
likes;; helping his clanmates, hunting, swimming
dislikes;; battles, fighting with clanmates, snow
strengths;; He is a very good hunter, he can run pretty fast, he is very smart
weaknesses;; He is rather quiet, he keeps mostly to himself at times, he doesn't like to tell about how he feels, which can make him very stressed.
P A S T . A N D . P R E S E N T
history;;
Blizzardstar was born into RiverClan, cuddled up tightly next to his beloved mother. He had no littermates, but he did have an older sister. He often found amusement by roaming around the nursery, causing little tufts of trouble here and there. He seen became a bit ambitious. One day, he padded up to his mother and stated, quite blatantly, that he would one say be the Clan Leader. He told her it was his dream. At the time, she just purred and told him to get to sleep.
When he turned of age to be an apprentice, he entered into the newly found duties with great enthusiasm. He trained next to his mentor until he was 12 moons old, and then got his warrior name, Blizzardfur, for his white fur and blue eyes. He became a strong warrior, and fought fiercely in every battle that he could. As time wore on, he soon became the Clan's deputy. He was gentle, unlike his leader, and always tried to seek a better fate than battle. His mother, was very proud of him, as was his father.
When it came time, and the Clan's name changed, and the Clans moved, his leader didn't survive, and he took up the job of Clan leader at the age of 20 moons. His leader had only live four months in their new home. Under Blizzardstar's leadership, he tries to find ways around battles, though it never really works. He won't stop trying though, and he refuses to take a warriors life unless they threaten his Clan...
rp example;; The season was cold, and snow littered the hard ground of the forest. The snow lay sleepily on the branches of swaying pines and oaks and maples, the snowflakes wishing deperatley not to be woken up from their gentle slumber. Scrawny squirrels and mice shot about at very rare times, like they were hiding from something. Well, they were. Their worst enemy. Felines. A particular feline was padding through the forest in the dead of sunhigh, and setting the little critter's on edge.
The tom was shifting through small bundles of grasses and bushes, looking for any herbs that he may be able to take with him back to his camp. He didn't want to run out when it was the dead of winter. That was a fact that scared him, if it were to happen. This tom was the Medicine Cat of ThunderClan, a large Clan of cats who made their home in the forest of the large swath of land. Many cats made their home there, and others made their home with the other two Clans, ShadowClan and RiverClan. There had been five Clans once. But SkyClan was driven out ages ago, and WindClan had been gone for many a moon.
The tom was large, slender for his gender, but also slightly muscular. His fur was the exact color of the snow littering the ground, and the only thing that stood out clearly were the pink in his ears and nose, and his bright blue eyes. His large paws made tracks in the snow, and he seemed to shiver from the cold every few steps. There were no treats to bring his Clan in the dead of leaf-bare, but there was herbs to bring home, if he could find any. He traveled on, searching every place he knew for the familiar scents of the healing greenery that stocked his den. Nothing. It was all frozen over in this dreadful snow.
Tail drooping, and ears back, Blizzardfur began to pad glumly back the way he had come, checking new spots every so often in hopes of finding anything he could take back. What he was in need of, now more than ever, was catmint. He'd checked the old two-leg nest where it had often grew, but nothing was there. He felt useless for a moment, but then remembered that he shouldn't give up so easily. But the sun was beginning to hide behind the clouds, and snow was beginning to fall. A blizzard was coming.
other;; Nothing really.
